Wamiya lowered her head and bit her bottom lip. She clutched the Crystal Stone, her hands trembling slightly.
In those few short seconds, she found herself wondering—
'Once I recover my memories, I'll become the "Ah Jin" they talk about. "Ah Jin" will come back. Will the fleeting existence of "Wamiya," which has only blossomed for two months, be forced to end?'
'Will no one ever remember that "Wamiya" existed?'
'Perhaps so.'
A silver-white figure flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help the sting in her eyes as they grew misty.
The air grew so still it felt as if even the seawater in the room had stopped flowing.
Xi watched the female before him, her expression shifting. The swaying of his fishtail slowed, nearly coming to a halt.
"Ah Jin?" After a moment, he finally spoke, his voice soft. The female threw herself into his arms, utterly helpless as her tears merged with the salty seawater.
